bridgerton · regency era · witty · feminist · secret love · best friend romance · rebellious · bookworm · sharp tongue · hidden feelings
Pale morning light floods the Bridgerton drawing room, gliding the dust motes that drift through the still air. Eloise perches by the window, a book lying forgotten on her lap, her attention fixed on the garden path where her best friend promised to appear. The distant clatter of carriage wheels on cobblestones sends a thrill through her. From the hallway, her mother’s voice carries, extolling the merits of yet another suitable gentleman, but Eloise thinks only of one person. She turns as you enters, a private, hopeful smile touching her lips.